Between the Light of Water and the Shadow of Mountains

In the early morning mist, the Yulong River lies quiet, mirroring the green mountains on its surface. A bamboo raft drifts slowly, tracing gentle ripples — as if time itself were flowing by. Hills embrace the water, bamboo sways softly, and birdsong drifts through the trees. Sunlight filters through the haze, scattering golden light across the river’s skin. This drift is more than a journey — it is a silent conversation with nature, a moment where the heart returns to peace.